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Originally Posted by LivingMiracle
Death... it is something that I count down for every day. To go to sleep and to never wake up or just be killed somehow. I literally go to bed thinking please be the day. I can't help it. I get depressed every morning when I wake up cause well I'm awake but I figure something might happen that day. When it becomes nightfall I get depressed again cause nothing happened. Its been like this for years and I'm getting tired of feeling this way.  |
Yeah. Except I worked out in great detail many, many different ways to do it myself. And the part of me that didn't want to die made sure I couldn't carry out my plans. If, by magic, a handgun appeared on my desk, I don't know whether I'd use it. There are sometimes yes, no question. And other times no. But mostly like you. I don't care if I have a heart attack or a stroke or contract cancer. As long as I'm dead. I stay alive for my wife. She needs me. I care for her. That's the rub. If I were on my own, I wouldn't be here now.
Take care.
